This painting was incredibly ancient, imbued with a profound sense of history, as if it had soaked in the river of time for tens of thousands of years.
In the painting, a young man in white stood alone amidst thousands of mountains. His features were deep-set, his eyes like stars, and his demeanor extraordinary.
His bearing, resembling that of a banished immortal, seemed to emanate faintly from the yellowed ancient paper.
This young man in white, his robes fluttering, stood upon the peak of a high mountain, like a Wushang Divine King reigning over all heavens and earth. A mere glance was enough to etch his unparalleled image into one's memory forever.
The young man in white in the ancient painting was, surprisingly, as if carved from the same mold as the Master in white before him. Whether in appearance or disposition, they were entirely identical.
The boy was stunned. Holding the ancient painting in both hands, his body trembled uncontrollably.
